year
nd you like a robe at the close of a long day, but the claustrophobic kind. The
finery remained undisturbed, but inside everything came apart. He loosened the silk tie at his n
had
and lukewarm cups of tea, sat vacant. The couch where she would sprawl after long meetings, book clutched in her hands, glasses slipping down her nose-it still lay untouched, the pi
s of her-
xcept
am. Thoughtfully placed. His name, penne
e
t need t
ready
vo
, a promise of return. But deep within himself, Leon knew she wasn't coming back. The woman who shared his name but never ca
ed him most wa
n happening inside th
d mis
he roll of her eyes when he was being intolerable. The smile, even when there were unswept
aside with a wave of his hand. The unspoken dignity she showed when he shunned her at dinner parti
tolerate
she
and control, discovered he had lost the
t because he gave her e
where, along the course of time, she became other things. His wife. His ro
she ha
fits, her books, or her fr
something infini
he
in his life, Leon Knigh
t one
to get
was alrea